"If I tell you about her, what would I say?
That she'll live happily ever after? I believe she will.
That she is in love? That she'll remain in love? I'm sure that's true.
But when I think of her, the only thing that comes to mind is a poem,
whispered by someone in love,hundreds of years ago, unable to perceive the shape of you,
I find you all around me, your presence fills my eyes with your love.
It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere..."

"If I tell you about her, what would I say?
That she'll live happily ever after? I believe she will.
That she is in love? That she'll remain in love? I'm sure that's true.
But when I think of her, the only thing that comes to mind is a poem,
whispered by someone in love,hundreds of years ago, unable to perceive the shape of you,
I find you all around me, your presence fills my eyes with your love.
It humbles my heart, for you are everywhere..."